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Dig this crazy mood I'm in, listen to my heart as it starts to spin.

Who: The City
What: Bad Blood causes cruorvore frenzy
Where: Mostly Mafaton
When: Nighttime
Notes: Everybody is welcome, please coordinate in OOC post. If you wish to make your own post, that is fine too.
Warnings:There may be gore.

This delivery of blood has been a long time coming. It's been the talk of Mafaton. A lot of people - cruorvores and curious civilians alike - have gathered around the set-up which is not unlike an outdoors soup kitchen.

The troubles do not start right away. Hours pass before anyone realizes something is amiss, and then everything goes wrong. Howls and wordless cries of terror echo between the walls of the neighbourhood. A woman shouts for the blood giving to be shut down, that there is something wrong. The crowd begin to panic.

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The announcement of the blood distribution brings a certain amount of relief to some non-cruorvores; Jones in particular having amassed a good number of vampire friends, is grateful for their sake.

It is turning to the late hours of the night, but she and Brie are both used to keeping odd hours, and Rosa had said she might come 'round after dropping by Mafaton. Jones is nestled in a chair with a book when the knock on the door comes.

It's Rosa. She is looking perkier and happier than she has since she arrived in Baedal -- she had been getting increasingly lethargic and irritable as she ran out of blood. She still doesn't have a job or a purpose (or a permanent residence, for that matter), but she's been able to eat, and that makes a huge difference.

"Hello Jones, how have you been?" she asks as she begins setting down her things.

At the noise, Brie pokes her head of her room and waves at the both of them, and indicates that she'll be back in one second. Before she closes the door however, she's taking a second look at Rosa. The girl finally was looking healthy again. She couldn't imagine how the limited blood was taking it's toll on the kindred.

Part of Brie felt bad that she wasn't still one of them.

"Oh, well enough," says Jones, as she hurries to put down her book and play the part of hostess. "And you're looking well, I see. May I take your coat? I'll go fetch—oh, there's Brie. How are things in Mafaton?"

"Distribution seems to be going well." Rosa smiles widely at Brie before turning back to Jones. "Things have been busy, but so far everything seems to be going well."

She frowns for a second, pressing her hand against her forehead. She feels a little strange, but shrugs it off -- it must be a side-effect of eating properly for the first time in a week. "I haven't been here long enough to really appreciate the effects of the shortage, but many of the other vampires -- well, cruorvores, not all of them are vampires -- "

She cuts off abruptly. Whatever it was, it's gotten worse. Bizarrely, it almost feels like... hunger? That can't be right, she thinks. "I'm sorry, I'm not... I'm not feeling entirely well. I'll just sit down for a moment." As she speaks, she moves towards a chair; she sways rather alarmingly, catching herself on the back of the chair.

Brie comes out of her room again at this point. She had been in the middle of writing a letter, and she wanted to make sure it was properly put away before coming out. Not that she was afraid of anyone snooping in her room for it, but some things are meant to be private. Especially when they regard your husband.

She notices that Rosa's looks slightly dizzy and hurries over.

"Are you sure you're allright? If I recall, ever since I was turned, I never experienced any sort of dizziness. It's a - well, human problem."

"Don't worry about it, dear," Jones chimes in, and takes Rosa about the shoulders, guiding her to the chair she'd been sitting in earlier. She glances at Brie, briefly. "There's a first time for everything, I suppose?" Shrug.

A low growl is the only warning before Rosa wrenches herself out of Jones's hands, lunging for Brie's neck.

It takes Brie longer than normal to realize what's happening. Probably because lunging at her neck hasn't been that exciting since she "undied." But her training instincts kicked in, Celerity was activated, and within one second, she was standing across the room, eyes wide and hardened.

"ROSA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Oh, dear. "Brie, get down—" She's never been up close and personal to a vampire in frenzy before, but she's heard enough stories. She curses under her breath in Lithuanian, Russian, her hands frantically weaving into the less familiar patterns, motions of piercing, binding, striking.

She had just fed, this shouldn't be happening—oh. She thinks of all the desperate, lining up at Mafaton...

Jones isn't sure—is this even Rosa anymore? But better safe. The air turns chill, and out of the corner of her eye she can see condensation start to form on the nearby flat surfaces.

Neither the temperature dropping nor Brie's question have any effect. Snarling like an animal, Rosa leaps after Brie.

Brie ducked, half of which was due to Jones's warning, and shoots underneath the leaping Rosa.

She was in the kitchen now, drawers were opening faster than one could see the person opening them. And then Brie found was she was looking for: the wooden spoon.

The temperature where Rosa was a moment ago has dropped about forty degrees—if she would just hold still and stop chasing Brie—

...well, there's a solution to that. It's not really one she likes, but she'll take it.

Jones takes a moment, shuffling through the things on the nearby side-table—she's not breaking her best teacups—before grabbing a particularly heavy book (And Understanding of Fate, borrowed from the library) and throwing it at Rosa's head. "Hey! You!"

Well, she certainly stops chasing Brie.

Hearing Jones' voice, Rosa turns just in time to get clobbered in the face with the book. She makes a startled noise, which turns immediately into a growl, and lunges for Jones.

Brie was already sharpening the end of the spoon with a knife when Jones yelled out and Rosa turned around. She knew Jones was doing something, this entire apartment was quickly dropping in temperature. But she was ready to slam her makeshift stake into Rosa if things got out of hand.

Brie also felt a bit lightheaded, but she ignored it.

Shit shit shit shit--she takes a half-conscious step backward, even as she tries to reassure herself that she knows what she's doing. Because even as her fingers trace the shape of the spell, weave it like cloth, she doesn't have enough time. She's underestimated Rosa's speed, but if she moves out of the way she'll lose the spell.

Well, hopefully Rosa won't be able to kill her before she can finish the spell, anyway. It feels like winter in the sitting room. Air to water, water to ice...

And then Rosa gets close enough to attack her.

It's not particularly graceful -- she's moving fast enough that instead of grabbing Jones she slams solidly into into her, snapping at her throat.

The butt end of the spoon was halfway done now, and Brie would have blasted through another pint of blood had she suddenly not felt extremely lightheaded.

Ten seconds later she was done, but wooesy.

"Rosa. NOOOOO," she yelled, realizing what had happened. And in her shock, Brie dropped into obfuscated and out of sight, and she took her wooden spoon with her, making her way back to the living room.

She expected it to hurt, and it does, but the panic doesn't come—it actually feels so nice after a moment that she almost forgets that oh god this is not good I need to do something. Though she's never been much of a physical fighter; she scrabbles and flails against Rosa, attempting to push her away with the hand she's not using to cast.

The spell finally starts to settle into place; the floor at her feet freezes over, and ice grows up around Rosa's legs and the legs of the chair that Jones has fallen backwards into.

[Not long after the action had kicked off, Asbjørn had noticed some trouble in the direction of Howl Market and had gone looking, only to find that he wasn't the only ursine-like thing in the neighbourhood. (http://multiversal.livejournal.com/53905.html?thread=2885777#t2885777) Which was...complicated, to say the least. Extreme fear, anger and stress aren't a good combination for anyone. Add in werebear particulars and he was lucky enough to get most of his clothes off before he started to shift.]

[He wasn't used to fighting. Sure, there had been that time with the vampires in Copenhagen, a few scuffles on the ice plains, nothing serious. But for the past however long, he had been going at it tooth and claw. It was beginning to show.]

[It's a long way from where Cindy was to Matafon and even a longer way than usual with all the rabid assholes clogging up the streets. She's been sidetracked and sidetracked some more, ending up in Howl Market rather than near Ivan's apartment. Now in front of her are two bears, a polar and a grizzly, who have decided that now is the time for a National Geographic documentary.

Cindy is no mood for a front row seat. Though that polar bear is ringing a few loud bells in her head, she still aims her gun at the grizzly that's closest to her.]

I swear if either one of you don't get the fuck out of my way, I'll have two new fur coats for the winter.

[The two bears have been circling at each other for a while now, tired and with the shit kicked out of both of them. The more polar of the two turns its attentions on Cindy with a look that's just a little too human. And makes a noise that indicates he's clearly forgotten his lack of vocal cords.]

[In the meantime, the other ursine considers this as good a distraction as any to try and land a killing blow. Fortunately, Asbjørn is a good foot taller than the other one and takes the hit in stride.]

[Yeah, that's a look Cindy recognizes. She's seen it before in Bigby and in Beast and that's all it takes for her to cock back and pull the trigger, hitting the grizzly in his back thigh. It's enough to knock it back to the ground and away from Asbjørn. For the moment anyway. She's never known bears to stay down for long.]

Next time I won't miss.

[Maybe it's because the ursine monster's frenzy was winding down, or because of the sharp new injury, or simply because both he and Asbjørn were both really fucking tired. But the bear does seem to take it.]

[The polar bear in the lets out a mournful little roar and pads about the place for a while, in pain and unsure what to do. Before long there's a crack of bones, a shrinking of frame and the familiar shape of a man starts to take form from the previous hulk of white fur. And growls of pain become more audible as:]

Aaaugh. Jesus fucking Christ.

Edited 2011-10-10 10:29 (UTC)

He's not here right now. Do you want to leave a message?

[The other bear backs down, just as Cindy has planned, and commences to literally licking his wounds in between cries and growls of pain down some alley or another. None of this effects Cindy emotionally; she saves her guilt for things that really matter and this ain't it. Protecting a friend is business, nothing personal. Besides, that other bear deserved it.]

What? Fighting over territory?

[As grateful as he is (...sort of), he can't help but glare a little from his crouched position in the street.]

It's complicated. And I don't feel like explaining myself right now.

[He growls as he pushes himself up his, breathing sounding wheezy.] Fuck, but we really did a number on each other.

Right. Man fight. A test to see who has the hairier balls out of the both of you.

[She doesn't really care enough to get an explanation. Cindy wasn't asking for the purpose to getting an answer, she was just asking because the moment felt like it needed some smart assery. It helps kill the silence as she shoves her gun back into her waistband.

Also, he can glare all he wants. It was a necessary action and if he wants to talk about it, they can. Later. When she isn't armed.]

Good enough to get home on your own or do I need to carry you?

[Because this girl can flip a Hummer without breaking a sweat. Picking up a full grown man is a breeze.]

[That gets a snort. For the first time since he came here he really, really wishes he could just talk to his Mum or Aunt. An overwhelming need for security and understanding and-]

I'll manage. You going somewhere?

To get Ilde before her boytoy comes back and eats her.

[It should have been a straight walk there, but the streets are crowded and there are bears fighting where you least expect them to. Cindy can tell it won't be any easier now than it was earlier. She'll have to figure out an alternate route.

A roll of her shoulders gives way to a loud crack of her own bones.]

You might want to put your pants back on. Some old lady might get hot and bothered over you catching a cool breeze.

[He looks down for the first time like oh so that's what's missing.]

Shit, where the fuck did I-? They're in an alley somewhere. Old ladies are going to have to deal with it. I think seeing my dick is the least of their worries right now.

Edited 2011-10-10 11:12 (UTC)

It's probably the only dick they'll see anytime soon.

[Not that Cindy was looking herself. She has other worries, indeed. Cocking her head towards him, she eyes him up and down for any other injuries he might have missed on his own.]

Sure you're okay?

Nope.

[He can feel bitemarks on his head, his hair matted with blood from the cuts. His breathing is weird and he has a sneaking suspicion that maybe he's cracked a rib or two. There are several scratches ranging from shallow to not quite a gash, all across his upper torso. Over all he feels sore and completely miserable. But through teeth stained a little with his own blood and the blood of the other bear, he manages a brief smile.]

But it's all part of the hairy balls competition and my place isn't that far. I think Ilde could use your help more.

You're right. You look like shit.

[Cindy nods and doesn't smile back. It's not a moment for shits and giggles, not when there's a bloodied humans, bears, and what not stumbling in from all corners. They're not looking for comedy. They want blood. Probably flesh, too. She's lived far too long to stand here let them attack her, so she turns on her heel and runs down the block, throwing a last message to Asbjørn.]

Take your ass home or else.

News is slow getting out to the farms; what gets out there is rumours but the rumours sounded very familiar, they sounded bad. Malcolm's just started to regain body-fat and the ability to sleep at night from the last time rumours of segregation started trickling close enough to his sheltered ears to hear it. He'd prefer it not go as far here as it did back home so he signs off on the end of his medic contract and heads back to the city.

He arrives in the Mafaton area just as the crowds change from murmured interest to panic.

Not much is happening in Wolfgang's neighbourhood, so much so that he might have missed this entirely if he hadn't decided to check the Network. There's little else he can do at midnight, after all -- sleep is out of the question. Messages start trickling in not long after the trouble starts -- reports of violence in the streets, which a rational person would take as a good reason to stay inside right now. Wolfgang is not a rational person and his immediate thought is people might get hurt; I can help.

He leaves his apartment armed with his hair tied out of his face and holding the only pseudo-weapon he has available, a broken chair leg the former tenants thoughtfully left behind. He'd feel more comfortable with a gun or a knife or something, but that's not an option. He brings his CiD, too, showing people he encounters along the way the messages being posted -- most people have the common sense to get inside upon hearing that something bad is going down. People are still out this time of night; the city seems to have a lot of establishments that only run at night, or else are open 24 hours.

On his way towards Mafaton, he's stopped by a series of alarming noises -- those same howls and shrieks he'd heard in other people's broadcasts. It sounds very close and, without even thinking about it (stupid, stupid, stupid, what are you going to do, swat them to death?) he runs in that direction.

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